She is reluctant to grow into herself

Since the childhood taught her to fear

Her dreams and ideas were wrong

Not the right line, colour and song.

 

She is petrified by the empty shelf

of the memory that holds nothing dear

and she speculates that it won’t be long

before her darkness moves along.

 

She is hesitant to seize her might

Not used to be what she was meant to.

But the tide is coming regardless

it’s time to set scores and harness.

 

She is doubtful but to her delight

The apathy is something that won’t do.

It will be painful to leave her fortress,

but her fated ascend will be flawless.